Breeding Mom and Daughter

By: Natalia Darque

Chapter One





Kevin





This story began when Kevin took a job at a small university in East Texas. Moving from a large city, and having been recently divorced, he was looking to start over with new roots in a new town. Having been divested of nearly everything by the female man-eating judge in the Family Court his divorce was heard in, he was eager for a new start. He essentially had a little money, a beat-up old car, and no home. His bitch of an ex-wife had cleaned him out in court.

At 33, he felt like he was way too young to start over, but was glad to be out from his old situation. He was still whip-cord lean from his youth, and firm from his time in the military a few years back. He had to admit that he still looked good. He had a full head of chestnut brown hair, nice teeth thanks to parents who believed in orthodontics, and blue eyes that always got him a lot of compliments. After he left the military, he went to school using his GI Bill and worked until he got his master’s degree. He ended up in this town after seeking a teaching assignment and a place in a doctoral program.

He left behind a bitter, complaining, bitchy ex-wife who gained well over 60 pounds in the first year after they were married. She went from a petite 115 pounds at 5’2” to a swollen, bloated Jabba the Hutt in short order, and developed a personality that would qualify as a form of birth control. He was so glad that they never had children, which would have complicated his divorce. Given the fact that she bitched so incessantly about everything, he was never in the mood to climb in bed with her, a fact that she surprisingly didn’t understand. It also helped to insure that they never procreated.

He arrived at his new teaching assignment and quickly got settled in. Finding a place to live was high on his priority list. He checked into a long-term hotel that rented rooms by the week as a start, but determined that he could probably find a cheaper alternative. He checked into a few local apartment complexes, but quickly discovered that he didn’t have the funds, or the credit rating for that matter, to qualify for any kind of a decent apartment.

After a few days in his crappy rented hotel room, he got a copy of the local newspaper, which only came out twice a week, and looked to see if any housing was listed that looked promising. He glanced down the better part of half a page of real estate listings and apartment advertising. Everything was either out of his reach financially, or was an apartment he had already looked into and been turned down. It was starting to look like the hotel was going to be his permanent residence.

Then at the end of the housing section of the newspaper, he noticed a section for “Rooms For Rent.” There was only one listing. The ad said:





Room for rent, furnished or unfurnished,





full kitchen with privileges. $250 a month.





Call XXX-XXX-XXXX





The ad, and especially the price, certainly caught his eye. It was less than half of what he was paying for his crappy motel room. So he picked up his iPhone and rang the number in the ad. After a few rings, a pleasant female answered.

“Hello,” the disembodied voice said from the earpiece of his phone.

“Yes, I’m calling about the room you’ve advertised for rent. Is it still available?” he asked.

“Why yes it is,” the pleasant female voice said on the other end. “In fact, I had about given up. I advertised it over a week ago, and you’re the first person to call about it.”

“That’s great,” he responded. “What can you tell me about it?”

“Well,” she explained, “it’s furnished now, but if you want to use your own furniture, I can take everything out, or just part of it. It’s your call. There is a separate entrance, so you can come and go as you please, and of course, you can have run of the kitchen and living areas, so long as we can work out a schedule between you and I, and my daughter of course.”

“OK,” he said, “that all sounds great. I don’t have much furniture, so the furnished aspect is appealing to me, as is the price. Could I come by and take a look at it?”

“Sure,” she responded. “I’m at home now and for the rest of the evening for that matter, so anytime today would work for me.”

“Awesome,” he said. “Give me an address, and I’ll head over there right now.”

She rattled off an address, which he scribbled down.

“Do you need directions?” she asked.

“No,” he answered, “I’ll just use my GPS.”

“Cool,” she replied. “See you in a bit.”

He said his goodbyes and went quickly to his car. Something about this situation seemed so promising. The lady sounded pleasant on the phone. He envisioned her being a middle-aged mother type, probably chunky and plain-looking. He didn’t know what to think about the daughter she mentioned, and wondered if there was anyone else in the picture.

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